Perennial!

I am here for a moment and not more,
Oh the rivers, they are perennial, water ever so pure.
I look around and I see immortality from my mortal eyes,
One glance I see the plains, one glance the mountains rise.

Far away from the truth, my life strolls on,
While the centuries in the mountains roll on,
Asking me, what is your significance, why this pride,
Even the soil is humble, infertility is its second bride.

There are moments when the visage dwarfs and humbles,
Says to me-Do you really know how the nature`s cookie crumbles?
Maybe I am a city rat and I am doomed to not understand,
That my life is a myth of seconds, a castle of brittle shape and sand.

Perennial is the goodness and the work of the greats,
Which I have forgotten somewhere beneath the closed mind and modern weights.
Truth be told, my ego is what has lived on the longest,
Even my bones creak now, not the strongest.

I know only my work and my words can be perennial after I am gone,
Not the skin and the body, a suit which everyone`s forced to don.
But I am sure I will be born again and well,
For perennial this soul is, I say-let it dwell.

Away and Gone!

Away and Gone!

I cannot live without you, I did warn,

But I don't fear you being away and gone!

You come and go from life like a fad,

Don’t you know your apathy makes me angry and sad!

Saying I need you would be playing your ego,

I just want to see that without me, how far your heart will go.

Making up for time when you aren’t here,

I would often hold my other hand, thinking you are near.

Treading on my wish to see you again and more,

You come to me all worked up, your eyes all sore.

Call me anything, but don’t deny me your time,

Not always love when left alone ages like a good wine.

Go through my letters once, if you would care,

There you`d find all my tears wrapped, my emotions bare.

If you wanna  go, go away once and far,

For I cannot wait forever just gazing at the brightest star.

The Wings of Dreams

Flying through my dreams,
I visit times,of fond dimes and lost chimes.

Ever when I wonder where my life has flown by,
I close my eyes and ask my dreams for the wings to fly.

There were some innocent blunders,some beautiful fights,
Some lost advices,some bleak and dreary nights.

Should I count the years gone by,
There were few in which my heart didn`t cry.
I relieve days spent with lost friends and ancient games,
I feel the erstwhile pain of the bicycle falls and fear of the future fails.

I forget the sanctions of life and time,
As I rout my insecurities and sweeten the brine.

Recounting vague memories make them larger than life,
In some I am the best there is,in some I walk on edge of knife.

Time when smile was sweeter than honey,
Place where care was important than car and money,
I dream of small moments and fleeting success,
I look for a new me sans books and with a rucksack.

There in those pits of my memories I come across my angels and demons,
There my heart sinks,my brain is wowed but my worries are buried in caverns.

Nostalgia hits me hard when I wake up from my reverie,
Still my senses in fool`s paradise,amongst dear coterie.

Wings of dreams are better than life,
There possibility is endless,miracle is rife.
They say to act is great,to dream is to squander,
But ask someone who relieves a lost moment,reclaims a lost wonder.

I wish!

I wish I was a kid still...
I could watch the rain from my old window sill..

If only I had the access to the past...
I could race ahead of everyone just so fast..

Pity that wouldnt have made difference to our fortunes...
We would still be singing to the destiny`s drums and tunes..

So when I brood what I wish the most ever...
It is to reclaim my innocence,I wish I would have lost never..

To cry out to my mum,when I am in trouble...
To keep dad unaware about a mischief,a bursting bubble..

I long for that smell of my old house and the rusted gates...
I never imagined that I would no longer climb atop to reach to the dates..

Home is where our people are,not any house alone...
We spread ourselves too thin,and miss the tip of the cone..

The plains and the dust I brought along...
How heat or sweat never interrupted,rain forced us to broke into a song..

The sound,sights and smell I long for are still there,lost in memories...
But the senses are no longer of a boy,who was the chief of all mischeavious coteries..

Silly games have turned into greed and gratification...
Oh how I wish to trade my money for my childish imagination..

I wish,they quickly invent time travel...
So I can go back and again play in the dirt and gravel..

Time is cruel,with its own devilish whims and pace...
Better make peace with it though,life is not a race..

The Fury!

The road rides with me,turns & bumps!
My fury scorches it too,scars & burns!
I don`t feel anything now,fire or wrath!
And I dont remember what I lost or won,the math!

The sky teases me,goes away as I ride close,
The hills roll besides as if reciting a prose!
My mind ignores the visage so soothing and clean,
For the heart burns,waiting only to vent the spleen!

The wind lingers on,fighting me side to side,
The wheels burn their rubber & learn to abide!
I take joy in the hell I make out of heaven,
There`s no returning from it,there`s no raven!

The anguish inside bubbles but never errupts,
The hate vapourizes fear but never corrupts!
I am thinking clear after ages of torture,
Hate is my wound and anger is my suture!

There is nothing else I would do than burn,
The wheels my weapon,every inch every turn!
What melts in heart is now a vapourizing fuel,
This world is a ring and I am ready to drive and duel!

Warmth of cold nature

High and night! Dry and cold!
The weather was nasty and I bold!

Dark was vision,but feet were sure!
That direction was right,and heart was pure!

Thunder strikes and the ground shakes!
I wonder what is it that the baker bakes!

Counting in the blind,my eyes are open!
Nature beckons me,its fury no pun!

This is life,of natural chaos and beauty!
Free from tethers of any relations or any duty!

I hear my soul after long,it desires itself!
This body is a baggage,it offers no help!

To be with nature,understand freedom!
Let go of fear,find order in random!

As I walked towards the night and cold!
My mind kept saying-Hold,hold-hold!

And when you reach the eye of the storm!
Relax your soul,for it is fearless,without any form!

The hole in my heart!

There you are!

Standing before me as yesteryears!
I have not changed too!
Your eyes tell a different story though!

There you are! Yes there you are!
The evening is mild,and my heart is numb!
It used to race once at the touch of your thumb!
I get the feeling,like a sea without water.
You are here and so am I,but still it doesnt matter.

You! only you!
My dreams coped once you were gone!
They deserted my eyes,only pangs they borne!
I wished then if I could cut my heart.
But you were the hole in my heart!

I!
I too desired!there was an encore!
But strings are now cut,nor there is any core.
You are someone I knew before.
Now you are just the hole in my heart.

There we are!
I guess its time to part,in person atleast.
The seam of my broken heart needs u the least.
For Yesterday`s dream my eyes cannot smart,
You will always be the hole in my heart.

Hate....

Why? I ask in might!
Are these fauna & trees in sight?

Aren`t they free to be destroyed or hunted down?
To create space for the cement & spires,our jewel,our crown?

I am sure I am in a mad dream of past.
Who now has time to ponder that waste is aghast!

I hate the dew from heaven because it is so pure,
When we already have humanity and love to endure.

Why? I ask with right!
Are these houses not dark,full of light?

Power befits only few who can weild,
Stacking and stepping over those who burn and build.

I don`t know why the clamor for some godly spirit to come?
Gashes in earth and clashes in wars are so fun.

I hate the dew from heaven when it pours!
To all that is green and pure,in hatred my heart roars!

Anonymity!

Far Away in the dark gloom,
                                            In a night,where never no buds bloom.
My thoughts stole themselves,
                                            Mind bereft like no books on shelves.
The bliss needed no name,
                                       Darkness was both my master and my tame.

Stars hid themselves in the hangers above,
                                                             I too shrunk in my feelings,the lone alcove.
Needless was the struggle,I knew,
                                                 Bland were the spices,blotchy was the stew.
The horizon spread,calm and oblong,
                                                    Silence in perpetuity was the devil`s gong.

Trees hung on their roots,barely a life,
                                                   Moon was half too,as if someone had a large knife.
I trotted,unknown and aimless,
                                              The crescendo cut through the air,albeit soundless.
If only I had walked in the realms of dreams,
                                                                 The bite of this reality was harsh,rough were its reams.

Still I looked on,Thoughtful and living,
                                 For neither could I see the white dome,nor the shilling.
                                                               

HomeComing..!!

To the lands Where I Cried






I sat all alone! Pensive!!
Blocked all thoughts! Fensive!!
                                  I wanted a night alone,felt lonesome.
                                  But mind played tricks with,held me to ransom.

Indifferent ! I am now to pain and pleasure!!
For I had both the devils,in equal measure!                  
                                  Damn!Cross with myself for leaving my land this shore!!
                                  Fact reminded by one letter,the regal origins it bore!!

Illegible!The words written on the sheafs!
Tangible emotions,I sensed them in heaps!
                                  I dare not shed a tear here for it would be wasted.
                                  Even they are partial to the land they once tasted.

Land of Dreams,I came for! NO Stop!
No More dusty lanes,no more stunted crop!
                                  Jealous! I feel from the trees rooted deep!
                                  They know their place,only there they get a nights sleep.

Why? How? the reasons go beyong the reason.
Now! Never! to not to go back would be the treason.
                                   Hope!The Tethers release me,unquestioned,untried.
                                   For I will then catch the ship,back to the lands where I cried!

HOPE

HOPE



When I Think,I think HEAVEN;
                                                 The Gates Are GOLD,The Floors are SEVEN!
Yesterday only they told me near;
                                                   Never you have fate,luck or chance as your dear!

I too had problems,loads and loads;
                                                      Many a miles & so few were the roads!
Then I told myself,Listen!
                                       Don`t you do nothing and let your eyes glisten!

HOPE! I heard it in my head; 
                                             DO! for you can`t once you`re dead!
Its all in the head,Saint and Satan;
                                                     Never let stagnate the karma train at one station!

Good things and time come back;
                                                    Only you should have space for hope in your rack!
Time will fly!Oh yes it will;
                                          Do you want your story be just run of the mill?

OF-COURSE Not! For You deserve HEAVEN!
                                                                         Just Remember,keys are thoughts,lifts are given!

HOPE

The Jaded Thoughts....

The Jaded Thoughts....

Only was yesterday I say,
When today was tomorrow`s ray.

I knew only this much thence,
The beginning would never start ever hence.

Pleasure I felt in your homely cots,
Remnisce! Remniscing life through the Jaded thoughts!

Jaded Thoughts gave me the urn to flay,
They gave me the blasphemy and the steady bay.

For when the senses resign from their senses,
Then the mind looks through the heart`s lenses.

I was alone in the night,was surrounded by the day.
It is when I write,when the real me comes in the fray.

You never ask me what I write,what is it that my pen jots,
Curious! Curiousity was never in my jaded thoughts!

Jaded thoughts,I thought when I was free,
When I had no intentions to keep up or a desire to flee.

Flowers are blooming nigh,rivers are flowing great,
This is not time to ponder,there is no reason to wait.

You were made for spring,the winter froze and gone,
You were made to fly,your spirit was the wings that were born.

The classic life of pleasure and work,
Throw in some intelligence and you would smirk.

Destiny is nothing but your freedom in chains,
Your horse is witthout the saddle,sans the reins.

Jaded Thoughts,I feel Jaded enough to sleep,
For yesterday`s ride and tomorrow`s leap.

Detachment...

Detachment...

Flowers Bloom! Alas, they will fall!!

Going away! A task no mean, no small!!

But there isn`t any glory in coming back!

For there`ll be only ruins, piled in an insensitive sack!!

Wisdom says in a hushed whisper!

Permanence is in no earthly form or fixture!!

Flow like a river, perennial abound and running!

Free from bonds,vagabond,sly and cunning!!

Be stable like a mountain, stand proud and tall!

Attain new glory and height, even cherish the mighty fall!!

The fury of storm is lesser than the trembles of the heart!

Far away there is hatchling, waiting for wings, for the start!!

Go away! Come back! No head, no tail!

Woods of yonder or roads of new, leave no trail!!

Life is air,water,stock and stone!

You are free soul! Fly!! Make no bone!!

God waits at the finishing line with your next baton!

Welcome pain, pleasure! go and greet the saint and the Satan!!

Detach your inner soul, for it’s not worth the fallen tear or the broken dream!

May your life be a noble sanctuary, and love be your only realm!!

Tell me...

Tell me if the rains aren`t wet this season,

Tell me if the sky is empty of the stars,blank`s the reason?

Tell me about the tears that have dried,

Tell me about the moments you imagined me by the side.

Tell me when you sat alone watching the shining moon,

Tell me when you dreaded coming home too soon,

Tell me true, if the winds bring you my promise,

Tell me o my love, if you have saved the letters and the blissful kiss.

Don`t ask me though, when I will return,

Country fed me for life, now it’s my turn,

I dream of you all the time, even now,

I miss you all this while, and don`t ask me how.

But keep telling me about the chores of the home,

The kids we imagined, the garden all green and a lively dome.

For I will dream in silos, new memories would help me live,

Write me, for the smiles here are very precious and few.

We will dream together, even if miles apart,

We will stand together, like a horse and its cart,

Tell me if how you miss me dear,

For I always dream you being safe and near.

The Wind and The Sail...

The Wind and The Sail...


It caressed!! swayed,rocked the wood!
Luckily wind was friends with sail and so I stood!!

Slowly,slowly drifting towards the unseen shore,
As if water opened up for me its hidden cozy door!

Unabated,unaided the boat moved as if by magic,
Those who pushed at the wrong time,oh! so very tragic.

Lone I was albeit elements offerred their kind company,
Wind rustled,water gurgled,cold too joined in the symphony!

Sail,sail along I said! for there are no prejudices ahead!
Welcome the honest water,it sweeps everything in its stead.

Life,it seemed was running in slow circles in the boat,
But the pure love of nature was worth taking a note.

Far ahead the land showed its ugly head,
Only the wind and Sail I said! or I rather be one of the dead.

Rocks of the mountain...

They were pebbles;

Green-red lables,

I turned stone,

Made no bones.

The weather clement;

Earth was savant,

Crevices cracked unbound,

thunder came again and sound.

Rocks of the mountain,

Clouds of the fountain,

Came down the sky,

no excuse,no why.

The dust settled,

those living rattled,

Rocks came down,

Mountains still home bound.

The vertigo was much,

But the fall was such,

The beauty increased,

All insecurity ceased.

We all are at the top,

Will come down in a hop,

Think of the rocks on the mountain,

Earth calls all,common or main.

And they said I swam!!!

And they said I swam!!!

Taking turns,seconds counted me out,
                           Never got a chance,to whine or to shout!
Picking up the pieces always,laid battered to the ram,
                           Tide owned me,and they said "I swam!"

Writing few exams,I emptied my pot of luck,
                           When the real ride began,wheels sprayed on me only muck!
Friends were benign,always gave me the free lift,
                           Parents guessed too much,said "I have a god gift!".

Girls came few,I was a slow debonair,
                          Boy inside cried for help,soon lost on his hair!
The tag of "decent boy",a white elephant that eats too much,
                          The ego came all  in a caravan,now leaving on a single crutch!!

I rounded on the lethargy,drafted a new resolution,
                         Dreaming that afternoon,knew that was not the solution,
Cursed the heavens,for there were none to blame,
                         Every night was moonly shallow,every sun  brought me days all same.

Money matters! I learned when the windfall ceased!,
                        My life is stilla loan,every painful smile leased.
Carefree,I astutely wasted my all precious time,
                       Never mind! I still have a pen and my words still rhyme.

But thoughts are naughty companions,stick longer than the regular wife,
                        My legacy an uncut butter,my future a rusted knife!
Foretold was the fact aloof,infamy would be my only fame,
                       Dolphins only gave me the kind ride,and they said "I swam"!

Ride On!!!

Ride On!! 

For the long journey, I rode on...
For the small I always tarried...
And it was the home which I longed for...
For the houses were always storied...

Ride on! I said...
Ride on! They said!
What if the sun goes down and the moon never comes,
The rain splash heavy or the chills block the ear drums,

The spirit of the rider backs the black and outshines the silver,
For each turn brings the De-gama and wroughts the gulliver.
Nothing is in vain when you are tripping on the edge of knife,
This turn it is life and on the other it brings the eternal wife.

Ride on! The passing trees whispered!
Ride on! The bumps and the breakers gestured!

There are no rules, though you must create them,
Never look back, welcome those who left and came,
Truth and dare are two brothers, who come in pair,
Never veneer off the road, there’s nothing to despair.

Ride on! The aching heels commanded!
Ride on! The numb hands demanded!!

There will be journeys where the heart will burn and spirits deflate,
Just thump the engine and let the wheels gyrate...

Ride On!!!

Ah! The morning!!!

Ah! The morning!!!

First ray twinkled through the crevices,

My eyes welcomed the warmth,sleeping tired were my devices,.

Marigolds turned heads,birds chirped up the morning,

Wells sparkled the cold water ,winds whipped the yawning.

Hills rolled till the eyes could see,

Brooms of heaven,swept the land & tree.

Rays streaked while the clouds played hide and seek,

I felt blessed,I felt weak,felt overawed and meek.

For I snared beauty,I sensed the grand design,

Neither far was the sun to touch,neither to dive deep was the blue ravine.

What we learn or own today is not cared for in heavens,

Glory will be given,all to whether beggars or mavens.

Joy was never forever to see,the sun will set one day,
Revel,revel or wait for hours for the new ray.

Promise...

Promise...

I wonder! The time was surely early,

I was sulking, getting all the more surly,

Morose! I gave up on the work,

Little did I knew, the fat angel was on the lurk.

When I first met you, I knew!

When we saw last, I didn`t.

The boil had a pretty palpable stew!

Added that spice much uncalled for! Wish I hadn`t.

Met you and I knew myself!! A mirror!!

The echoes of heart I heard in your eyes,

Thought about you and I remembered myself!!A cellar!!

Promises I made, in keeping your trust grew in size.

No tethers! We agreed! But strings of heart knot alot,

Smiles and tears, wonder why they are the same,

Pining! Each day was full of joy! But your presence I sought & sought,

My pen and heart aren`t one, but both then why scribble your name.

Moon shone through your tangled tassels, sigh!

Wordless walks said a lot to you and me,

Sun danced in your eyes, cared not to wake ere morning nigh!

Locked fingers made all the questions free.

Discovering shades of love, we fought and laughed together,

Lest it all became too mundanely lovely,

Learning new definitions of love, our feet parted rather,

To part only simmers the love beneath, we learned slowly-slowly.

Joy knew no bounds when your world was all but me,

Back 2 back, timeless we sat in eternity,

Flowers bloomed early, the stars were for ours to see,

Quite separate bodies still were, though souls stood firmly in unity.

The springs made sweet noise, delightful were the paths we treaded unknown,

In love everything is bright, in mist and dark, our hearts beamed and shone,

Guide me!! For my heart is astray!!

Take my hand!! For thorned roses are in the way.

Your beauty is now sinking in, like a good old wine,

I return to our first meeting, made it a holy shrine,

For union of hearts is an event not commonplace in time,

It dwarfs the miracles of god, belittles the verse and the rhyme.

Winged angels came and went; we fall in love all over again,

New is the chill of the winters; fresh are the drops of this rain,

You whispered something & I understood why,

'If only I met you earlier’, said you and began to cry.

Travails of love had to come and they indeed came to pass,

Pain and anguish engulfed you; my sanity also went for a toss,

Albeit that was the last when love hurted us,

For the pain then became a habit, wholesome was the status thus.

Picked! Nibbled! The beaks of the birds at the forlorn tree,

But fruits have to wait for the spring, nature has its way, you see!

Arms were not wide enough; eyes were still not full to the brim,

They savored the return and will, till we again depart to be separate and to be grim.

At last the meaning of love dawned and it mocked!

Ebbs and tides are a part; boat of love loves to be rocked,

On the perch of emotions, it stands supreme though,

Oii!! I thought I had it, love was mine, say no more, whoosh and lo!